My transition was awful but I wanted to make sure I got some power gels in me and double check I had everything I needed. Walked my bike to the mount line and hopped on. Realized immediately that my computer wasn't working and my bike felt a little off. I'm not sure if it was b/c of the traveling (we had to remove both wheels to put it in my Pilot) or what the deal was but it just didn't feel right. They cut the bike portion from 56 miles to 30 miles. At about mile 10 after I had done the first turn around I see Erika on the other side. She was cruising. I knew she was going to catch me soon. At mile 15 I hear her coming up behind me... Get moving woman, I'm tired of these fancy bikes passing me! LOL And she was right. My bike was not adequate for this type of race. I did not pass a single person on that bike portion. It was awful. These people were flying past me and looking like they were barely pedaling while I was spinning my legs as fast and hard as I could and not even gaining a second. Almost to the second turn around and passed Erika again. She was looking strong and I was looking dead tired. About mile 25 I realized I was going to be sick. Pulled off the side and just started vomiting. I will say this about these types of athletes. They care about others. Even as people were flying past me on the bike I would have other racers tell me to keep it up, keep pushing, you're doing great, etc... So while I was standing there puking I had racers asking me if I needed anything. Willing to throw me water, gatorade, etc... Got back on the bike and rode the last 5 miles which were awful. So hilly and so freaking hot. I was done. Got back to transition. Sat down and cried for about 5 seconds and realized that I couldn't breathe so stopped that quickly. ;) Changed my socks, changed my shoes, turned my belt around so the number was in front and headed out. Continued on the last leg...